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Part 92 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

A quart of camel spit about a yard long whipped around and splattered Abram’s face as he came up alongside Lot on his camel Meherah, the front-runner who loved to set the early pace so that none could catch him. God had guided Abram’s hands to bring his camel Ruach up on the left, which was the rail — the way nobody ever tried to pass because the leader could easily slam you against the rail, which could break your left leg. However, this time with God’s help Abram and Ruach managed to pass before Lot could even realize what was happening. If they had gone the other way, both knew that Lot would have whacked Ruach in the face with his switch, which camels do not appreciate.

God was the name Abram used to describe The One Self inhabiting all beings. He heard the word God in his mind long before he was moved from the cave, which is when his human education began. His relatives Noam, Ham and Shem were surprised that Abram seemed to have known in advance so many of the things that they taught him, since Abram had grown up in virtual isolation.

Lot punched Abram in the upper arm as a form of congratulations for having won again. Ruach was actually a female camel and yet Abram won races regularly against the fastest male camels. Abram credited God with guiding them to victory.

“Which god?” people would ask and Abram would just smile. These people thought in terms of endless gods and he did not have the slightest idea as to how he could ever explain it to them. There was only one God. But he seemed to be the only person in the world that knew it.

The boys washed down their steeds and fed them before leaving the great race track of Ur, which they were privileged to use as a family under Nimrod’s personal protection. Nimrod had not made any connection in his mind between the new teenager from Terah’s larger family moved in from the desert, and the infant he thought he killed with his bare hands.

The camels were happy from their exercise. They loved to run, and they found cooperating with humans in a game to be intriguing, at least at this young age. So their step was lively and prancing as they walked slowly back to the shop where Abram would greet and serve customers today.

As they passed the great ziggurat, Abram got that same feeling he always got near the huge pyramid temple, an amazing feeling. He had dreams about mounting these steps to see God at the top. In the dreams, as he got near the top, the bright light from above became unbearable and he had to look away. It was like the sun but much more.

The Tower of Babel Ziggurat

The ziggurat was so large, as Abram had overheard in the market, that the top stayed dry even in the last Great Flood. The Euphrates and Tigris often flooded together, creating widespread extinctions in those centuries. The last time this had happened was so long ago that nobody actually knew how long ago it was.

The ziggurat was the most amazing piece of architecture in the world at the time, and in its design and construction had been secretly helped a lot by the Rebels. The first name given this particular ziggurat was the Tower of Babel. The One Self had played an amazing game back then, manipulating events so that The Holy Language became obscured by many other tongues. No one on either side had any idea what the purpose was, although conjecture was rampant.

Abram was fascinated by what little he knew of such things. Somehow he felt a direct connection to them — a primitive sensing of his oneness to The One Self. He had more of that sensing than any previous human on Earth.

Part 91 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

Layla had planted the idea in Terah’s mind. Terah brought a newborn baby boy to his master Nimrod and was rewarded with even more wealth and power than Nimrod had given his supporter before. Terah did not have to pretend tears, which gushed as he tore his robe and pulled hair from his head watching what Nimrod did to slay the baby with his own hands. The child of one of Terah’s most faithful servants did not even scream, as Layla was protecting it from fear during the awful event, then taking special care of the departing soul. Nimrod threw the lifeless carcass, splattering blood on the tiled marble floor.

Maitreya hovered nearby as servants secretly carried the real son Abram — destined to become great and perhaps greater than Nimrod, which had been Nimrod’s sole concern — to a cave where he would spend the first ten years of his life.

The infant was generally serene but when left alone hungry in the cave would cry interminably for food and company. The Agents never left him really alone, spending much time communicating with him telepathically. Abram was never specifically aware of them, although they helped set his mind on a course of meditation and contemplation. Abram evolved to use his mind with great logic. As soon as he was able to crawl he began to spend time just outside the cave looking up at the stars and the daytime sky. At first he worshipped the stars, sensing their greatness, but when they went away in the morning he realized there must be something even more powerful that bade them adieu. At first he thought that it was Sol, the local star, which appeared so much larger and could not be looked at directly. But then Sol went away at night so it too could not be the most powerful. From these early thoughts and feelings he derived the certainty that there was one most powerful thing supporting and behind everything else, to which he dedicated his existence. Continue reading →

Part 90 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

The Rebels were in control everywhere. This made operations far more difficult than they had been before. Only Melchizedek was risked; the other Agents remained in their spirit bodies. Melchizedek had a humble birth in a small desert oasis far from the big cities and immediately began a lifetime of conquering and reconquering the brain that came with the human body. As had been the plan, no one noticed him as anyone of any importance.

Unfortunately, a very high being on his way to Earth to play a central role in the new strategy, was not as fortunate. Rebel spies were everywhere in Earth’s solar system and little escaped their notice.

But now Templegard and Nastassia were the spies, in the great palace of Ur in their bubble bodies, in stealth mode so as to avoid detection by disembodied Rebels guarding their human puppet and beneficiary Nimrod — the most powerful man on Earth, ruler of Ur in Chaldea, later to be known as Iraq. Nimrod had no idea he was being manipulated, believing that his size, strength and iron will alone had brought him to where he was today, and surely those qualities factored in.

The Ziggurat Temple of Ur

The palace was as lavish and ornate as anything the Agents had ever seen on any planet and in any plane of existence save heaven itself. Fine artists had wrought splendor all over the beautiful city reaching an apex in the palace and in the ziggurat temple. Nimrod had clad himself in fur-trimmed purple robes and much priceless jewelry, but the cut of what he wore still bore the look of a warrior, which is what he fundamentally was. A third of the human race specialized in war and the other two thirds joined in fighting whenever needed. The Rebel cause was being served well on the enslaved planet, on which most of the slaves were ignorant of that status.

“I don’t like that news!” Nimrod roared, and his seers cringed. They had seen messengers and viziers who brought bad tidings often killed. The three who prostrated before him now, cowering, were the bravest of the mages and had divined the oncoming occurrence. Actually Rebels had planted the ideas while the astrologers watched the stars. The other sages had refused to say a word to Nimrod about it, but these three felt that their duty required bringing this important news to the king even if they were to be slain for uttering it. Now Nimrod stood up and paced around them on the marble floor, and they waited to be smote by his huge jeweled rod. But he did not strike them. His manner became cunning.

“Have my good friend Terah bring me the new son as soon as it is born, and I will kill the baby with my own hands,” Nimrod said.

Part 89 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

Nastassia came to life in a strange location and situation. She saw she was on a beautiful beach on a fantasy planet with several colorful moons in the sky, one with rings, and off in the distance Atlantis shone.

She recognized the beach from a mindflash Layla had shown her of the place she and Melchizedek preferred to go between incarnations, and she sensed that her four friends were also here somewhere. At the same time she realized somehow she was still wearing her most recent human body, except that it was cut in half at the waist. Half of her was in one place and half in another.

As the scene clarified she realized that Maitreya was playing an elaborate joke, which she had known him to do, often to lighten the saddest moments. Superimposed on the beach scene they were also in a theater, she and Maitreya were onstage, and the rest were in the audience. Maitreya was dressed as a stage magician and held a magic wand. She was his assistant and he had just sawed her in half and spread the two boxes containing her to amaze the audience, most of whom were in fact still stunned from having been vaporized after a fierce battle, so it took a moment to reorient, the way Nastassia had.

“And now, for my next trick…” Maitreya said, clearly referring to the failure down below, and taking full responsibility for it in his humorous way. Continue reading →

Part 88 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

Perse fired at Earth and created a huge slice visible from space, known as the Grand Canyon today.

Atlantis reported: “Perse is in the attacking force, in his planetbuster—” just before they felt the shock of a ray of enormous power bring Atlantis to a near-stop while pummeling it over and over. Everyone grabbed something as the huge ship was shaken like a maraca.

“It’s holding,” Maitreya pointed out, meaning the shield was not letting them be destroyed.

“Yes,” Atlantis grunted, “the shields can withstand even Perse’s planetbuster. But it does make it hard to move out of this system very rapidly.” Atlantis continued at sublight speed — a petty pace — while the swarm of Rebel ships closed around it and added their own firepower. Still Atlantis held together and swam slowly toward the periphery of the solar system and up out of the plane of the ecliptic.

“Look!” Templegard shouted and pointed at a viewscreen. Perse had taken his fire off of Atlantis and was turning his aim to Earth.

They looked at each other. It was obvious what they had to do. Atlantis dropped shields and was instantly vaporized.

Perse stopped firing at Earth, having in the first second or two created a huge slice visible from space, which today is known as the Grand Canyon. A few more seconds would have split the Earth like an apple, which Perse had not wanted — he wanted Earth and had invested a lot of time and trouble in getting it. Now that it was his, more or less, he wanted to preserve it. But he had not been bluffing — he would have sacrificed Earth had Atlantis not sacrificed itself to save Earth. He knew his game would go on forever, sadly, bitterly, so he had all the time in the world.

Down on the ground, Athenius with the help of other men still able-bodied had saved Ares and whomever else they could from the sea, and then from the horror of the land of death and mud. Now they were trekking back to Hellas, a small band. Ares was in a coma and being carried and attended to, as were several others. It was a difficult journey but Athenius was everywhere, supporting people, giving orders, doing a lot of the hardest work himself, showing the good example. Some died but he got most of his men out. Continue reading →

Part 87 of the ongoing saga of The Great Being, the One Self that manifests as each of us.

“The island Atlantis itself was quickly razed to a submerged mound of rubble.”

Thousands of Rebel warships coordinated their bombardment of Atlantis on a single point, the capstone, hoping by doing so to break through the immensely powerful shields of energy protecting the vessel and its city-state within. Continue reading →